Come and introduce yourself to the Prince. Her Uncle had bade her, much to the redhead’s surprise. Out of practice he might be, the elder seemed keen on his niece upping her social moves but the very idea of it made the girl’s stomach churn. Society was enough to figure out: all the lords and ladies and dukes and marquis. The social graces she’d largely been brought up without. And now her Uncle who’d been raised and groomed with it all thought his only newly bridled niece knew well enough to introduce herself to a Prince? Full lips parted to try and argue but she’s being shuffled closer to the gaggle of other socialites greeting the monarch. Still, as her turn came, she offered a curtsy and a warm smile, “Good evening Your Highness,” her Uncle began, “Might I present my niece, Lady Jessica of Cumbria.” The redhead rose then, “Forgive us for our intrusion, my uncle felt that it was prudent to add ourselves to the list of names that kept you from enjoyin’ your night.” Lips pressed together to hopefully squelch the amusement of her uncle’s embarrassment from spreading too far across her features. “If there’s not a topic of conversation that has not been discussed too many times tonight, I’d be happy to partake if you’d like. Otherwise, I’d also be happy to fade into my place on that long list and give you your evenin’ back.” Oh God she’s going to hear about this when they get home.
